New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 31, 1927, Page 12

| Quicksands of Love Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife—— all now.” I exclaim- v related to Lillian | T had heard in the rkened as she “Oh! T see nd forth onversation Her face The Threat Overhanging Young Mary Harrison g her down Pl in some spec As Lillian uttere prediction concerning Ja plan f Mary Harrisor echoed od b from t ome pair of ir she I had finished, “and if | constant sisonous sting. —the wo- > contemptible, it il taking with no possible ( g a young girl | Wy lere’s him, stroy orders from to please Leslie | loa > very ly, all the mysterious | awakened 1! own only by a clump of The Plot “I will dra mire,” one of the wicious click of other had answ not known the woman's had vaguely re one with which I ough familiar, and not wishi thought an eavesdropp piet until the moved 1 t Later the incident of Mrs. T few wee swoon had engrossed my attenti ry with | end put everything else out of m er tha u | | inst Mary rough as the maskec : instead of Zliest fire- 1 out without | about d re ne attention We must pro- voices, ch 3 it for T had kept head. But now, in the light of Lil- don’t know any iining roman- lan’s words, I felt the truth tic young man you could invite for upon me. It had been Jack I a do you?" and Mrs. Baker who been plo Noel Veritzen do?" I | 1ing together against Mary, plar ning some way of discrediting in Philip Veritzen's eyes. flash week-end How wou ask Copy S ll) Feature by Newspaper Service, Inc. | arms of Roy | rector. Schultz gives 1 Ohatterer Grows Thin By Thornton W. Burgess Worrying o'er this and that You'll find an antidote for f —Old Mother N Chatterer the Re quite beside himself. within sound of his vo It really was quite shockin tody had found his houses and had taken the were stored t} It enough to have one found and robbed, but terer discovered that special storehou in which hidden away many swe 1 been entered and chnuts taken, he act Some peoy way. It doesn’t do them and it doesn't them but this doesn‘t seem to make difference, Now, (‘hatterer Happy Jack the ther t though had watched th followed them, he hadn't once dis- covered anything to show ti#t they were the ones who had emptied his storehou So Chatterer was com- pletely at a lo He might have suspected Sammy Jay but for the fact that one of ti storehouses was whe mmy could pos- | Editor Iy get at it. o he didn’t know | Medical Association and of Myg who to suspect, and he worried. the Health Magazine ¥ goodne said Chatterer to i himself, for he talks fo himself | Iew persons realize much of the when he has no one else to talk to, | Progress of medicine in recent years “My goodness, what is gotng to hap- has been dependent on the develop- | pen to me ANy more of my stor: t of instruments of precision. | houses are robbed? T put away plen- | These enable men to prolong his ty of food for the winter. but if it |senses so that he can have in addi- going to be stolen this way, I tion to ordinary sight, fecling and don’t know what will happen. No, | h the magnification of these sir. T don't know what will happen.” | serses afforded by electrical intensi- | So from that time on Chatterer | fication of sound and the enlarge- | hegan to s 1 of his | ment of vision by the microscope. time 11 storehouse Instruments For All 1lls to anot He ddition to the stetho- | ried for f which one listens to storehouse n the chest; the g ope. for observation of ound of the eye: the for looking into the of voice production, v, the physician photographing the ctures; the the blood for pulse and trocardio- the Squi two of b | | be he were crazy acious!" med Sammy at fellow is cross cnough to bite his own bark off.” (Copyright, 1 b W. Burgess) Your Health | How to Keep It— Ay Jay e that > any good anywhere, any pected | el, and | But, m and 1 first su Gray Squi Fox 1 tust P 1 Causes of Illness BY DR. MORRIS FISHBFE o not Journal of the Amcrican it mer and worrying. wor: scope, rnyx or plac c even th winter isn't thin. He Added to ti You know ficult things good a Wor ording there are or looking into nan body, and dey nd letermining 1 movenients widowed | to-do | Hollywood with a full purse and | gan's rooming a4 qui h | ! wom | going to spe: | do with the picture, NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, MONDA +«HOLLYWOOD GIRL: © JOHNSON FEATURES | READ THIS FIRST Bobbie Ransom, a demure little school teacher of 22, is anything but the flip sort of girl you would ex- pect to be “movie-struck.” However, that is exactly what | she is. For years she has been dreaming of going to Hollywood to break into pictures, just as her dead mother once dreamed of go- ing on the concert | The only drawback to her ambi- tion is lack of money, for Bobbie is extravagant and money slip through her fingers like water. Her father will not lend her to go on “such a wild Neither will her den Aunt Gertrude nor Andrew rold, who's in love with her and r to stay at home and y him he finally borrows five hundred | dollars from Mrs. Parkins, a well- | ha widow who is her father's | sell prospective second wife, and goes to| | m | late wants m; Iy high heart. [z She finds a room in house, ris w M b s, wat | my here there o live there meals in M n's beauti clean tchen. One of the girls is Stells Delroy, whose real name is Riggs. Stella has been trying to get into pictures for six y and has never ssed out of the extra-girl sta She shows Bobb how to I known at the casting offices, finally takes her to the casting-di- rector at t great Magnifica | Studios. »re Bobbie sees an a ant director nam Angus Mas- Cloud, who notices her particularly. at afternoon Magnifica telephones her to come to the studio, bringing an evening drs the next morn and Stella tells Bobbie it was, p loud who sent for her. At the studio, Bobbie falls headlong dow a flight of steps, almost into the | hultz, famous di- r a tiny part | nuch to the |! are three other sometimes cook the An we! I bru ing, All : der as a hallet dance disgust of Monica Mont, :nother xtra.” Monic s Boobie talling purposely to attract Schultz attention, When she goes on the set, Robbie sces MacCloud, who's been watching for her, and comes toward her, NOW GO ON WITH THE CHAPTER XIII Tobbie pretended not to see Mge- Cloud he came toward her across the rolled-up rugs and that cluttered the floor. She overcome by a strange and puzzling shyness, and she ver looked from the gor- geous supper. with its red velvet carpet, its Jace-covered ta- | ble, and its flame-tipped candle But with the tail of her eye, watched MacCloud come to her, With that sixth sense that ~ver n has, she knew that he wa K to her — and wondered whether wanted him to or not. She couldn’t make up, her mind. Tonica said he was a snob, and said he was ‘stuck on him- | she thought, “but if he is | does he come over here and k to me? I'm just an extra| irl the same as they are.” He was beside her now, standing | 50 close to her that the rough wool of his sweater sleeve brushed her | bare shoulder. She didn't move | aw “Mr. Schultz says you've a part in this next scene,” he said abrupt- ly. “Has he told you what to do?” | Tobbie shook her head. His next question had nothing to | | the STORY Lie Lo Ma 1 ope “How long have you been in Hol- Iywo0d?” was what he asked, and Bobbie glanced sharply at him. His eyes were on her face — on the soft-ivory turn of her check and on her mouth. Just the way | he looked at her stirred Bobbie | more 1 Andy Jerrold's kisses | ever had. | Under his look she bacame con- | scious suddenly of her nearness to | M7 him, of the smooth warmth of her | skin, and the scantiness of her lit- | tle ballet dancer’s dress. “Only a few days” she answered, e would away from yet that he ne of 1 wishing | nd wonld s g And then, all about too. o wishing in a second, she for- him and about her- someone suddenly velled, “F once!” and the supper-room was instantly | flooded with blinding silvery light. | YAl Ti Ready, Joan?" Ro Schultz's v came, Jow and dis- tinet. I sitting i a folding | chair behind the cameras now. hey began to click. Joan Joyce stood up at the end of the lace-cov- cred table with a wine glass in her | and. The glycerine tears glis- | tencd on her checks i wdrops in the white blinding 1 | pwhe in the dimness the | organ began to play a home- aunting melody called “In a Little Spanish Tow At its plain- | 1 Joan Joyce hegan to| all at once she brought | glass crashing down up- | got self, “or ‘em seene o folding tive soh, sou and little | on the thle. der wha or Hay nothing simply ke to: and was that 1 cousit had inr told m wlly tterer how ) en - Children like KEMP'S BALSAM JSor Coughs/ | e L | p——— I 1 want she wailed in a voice | nearly so beautiful | e sank down into| covered her face “Oh, I'm sick of all this! to go home!" was not chair and hands. hoon the same od “Hit ligh's ne ore, s 1 ar the | Phesorta 1tz turned his head. | called, then Bobble | MacCloud had been | standing Deside her all this time. | “See you ? he said to her undertone, as if they were nd inti te friends instead of stran He gave her arm | tap with the megaphone he | 1l walked over to “ichultz. tes later he c wonld b day, big building ors, no m a Bobbie | ith | Monica wi 1king to beaded “Why ting of nder girl iffon dress. nose the Monica answ d Joan Joyc: sthing like o you r and suppose Kir a toe or sc “But they'll pay u on't tha tall girl went on, and nodded her curly head. Moniea » ) Bobbie caught Monica by her “Take me with you when vou go got ked her, “I'm green about all thi rful | thing to do for said, with a sh | ders. | hardly v for anybody the Man. | their Bol at 1 own! Johbic rlossy ind swe whe about Monica watch “He's too fly with, Innocent it from one And her mouth drawn into a s Bobbie supposed that you m And, a car! 'n where she went to get | the ¢ Tt w W, Just nica | my searching looked in | hair show hurrie vour mone n't just 11 thril v, but w ars all “1 don't se: elf and never like a slap in the Bobbic did not found o had r she ever She the was jeal more be ful they were d them. M —first, s Hurry up, to Bobbie dressing makeup w “and Ba h & er, “ ie turned b Your extra car,! rl W work irl nd over her who were chat around them lool:e them manici: o1 of rou em W hair, flaw t with po figur Her heart th cClo! very, at was M He asked in Hollywood said he'd blue ¢ id t ep, If he vour wit who went still she cyes n; ‘lond was a —the kind that would ca flask a good e d she was wis T do think he's a peach! he's wonderful looki Monic of that she rhyme in unev and dr many not inters lond to Mon i did b not n veryone fo 1l sn't Come along, n e enot Bobbi door of ¥'s work s a small highly Robhie MacCloud ca the casting und | her. Just a minut | beckon, d ahea n v, will you that a wo N in lin oan over the s of her thin much did. neck to me know it the ou especially ous of autiful the d all the by,” she n they were oom, ki h cold cr mord wound echio, h king car \ w t 1 ¥ an Tl drive you home of and | made him to the won- her, i Monica word to om- all, s for her- in ack and star for two or thre a4 r then she la less ywider, ting an ext ing, w ud talking long T'd hec answered, me lafer, L ves hat, W she a hird Tmogene, kn on arrow ws irlet sl she swift sort of ry fast car ested in me nica, and i he that was, 1 heir likir As the woman said When she k the picture stri She laughed d her cow ow, said briskly she d it t ti closed polishe was office he sai <in smooth lovely sl i o soly you {o Take dressing and it m with r hip 1d know hink 1 and Tl show through the flice v for ite ito to and and see what he wants,” Mo, told ke a date advice!" 30bbi her wit sunligh the ha There w s of h da e WITH h o It out here han he ness ray hair h THE don't | Lod, went over to MaeClond He looked olde: in 1 of lines and re h the at his nd n LEMON-CO LORED HAIR! Arrrror i e 1 ui ANUARY s 31, 192 ol i 81 < TR oy T — Lot e I AR o SRS Beatrice Burton. -author of LOVE BOUNC™ “HER MAN" "HONEY LOU'ETC. attra might tive, like to see the town, you've just ived,” he said, ling down at her. “I haven't a an hour or It's m more you | 1 thought around jt t ook her head. Monica Mont I'd * she said. ** but I've just i “I just drive anks same, got to go 1d it awkwar to back away from him. ioodby,” she added, but he in the car him, did not see him a morning when f in her pink costume, once a barrel and’ watched his extra gi on to the sat on going about o business di next P moving come on the heard him ‘One—Two—Threc t o and most of a him a ne 1 tried to f di- or scme well to | you, W lem Bob heard you come in on ‘Four'.” r where 1 come in on Bobhie was You, with hair! jumped YOU! a Why, was speaking 1l way—to with wide, no softness him eyes that had s to me vou're talking lik id quietly and clearly well tell you, you can't zht of this set!” depd si- omewhere giggle, my doll- “I'm all and nd tell Monic Bobbie still, lookin r than she had in spite of her scant baliet and the ribbon tied around her hair, MacCloud looked for erfectly more hool tea looked before, stood like her up and . Then of to his knicker over 50 low that £ heard him pardon,” sullenly CHAPTE at T started to that you're make-up to fix up your eyes for you—Schultz's order. And hurry | right back. He'll be ready for you in about six minutes, So scoot! 1 ptoed away on the plnk t showed every pot of she came back five her new make- nd all the exira the fable in. broken wine- lay shat- the lace table cloth, and sat with her b nd glyee on her face like hultz stoed behind reading something that he held in his hand Above the the * | shone like morning st | Blinding white lights then, call his W back of 1 e had cor up m Now, then, dancing in on tocs hetween those curtains, smiling. Then when | you sce that Miss Joyce is erying, MacCl away. He's hbie s 1l When lat min up on, Joan sitti S with girls = | tered on an Joyce propped in tears shining oy came | ones, o set pouring into every- Miss T without lookir and Bobbie he had eyes in and could s¢ back from the r you're to come insom,"” up won- the that pape ther 1 HE SHOUTED wonder- | mon- | said, and man right | Up at him. real | 10" lamps | | eves glinting between | iny are at her a ish behind the ow, let's see you suddenly stop, second, and then curtains once more, vou do it!” With her heart beating suffocat- Bobbie ran around to the k of the set. She had a sudden horror of danc- ing out between the red velvet cur- tains before all those strange peo- ple—before the girls at the table, and the electricians and camera men. But most of all she dreaded [ the yes of MacCloud. She could| see him, from between the curtains, standing to one side of the set, ms folded, eyes intent, waiting r her. All right, come ahead!” sang out hultz, and she got up on her s and danced out between the curtains, inwardly thanking Aunt Gertrude for °r two years in a dancing class, years before, when she was a little girl. She pushed the curtains aside with a trembling hand, and stood Vefore them poised like a wind- blown flower. All the light on the set seemed suddenly to focus itself npon her little figure — upon the brown eyes blazing In a dead-white face, and upon the real gold hair. Now, don't get mervous. Do your stuff,” said a low voice nearby, and Bobbic knew it for MacCloud's voice. Not harsh and cold now, hut encouraging and kind. She “did her stuft.” She gave; Joan Joyce a startled pitying look, put up a hand to her lips, and van- ished behind the curtains again. “Fine!” called Schultz. “Now, do gain, Miss Ransom. The cameras began to grind Bobbie did the whole thing over| again. She knew that she was be- 1g filmed now. That she was actu- art in a real sereen And she was as happy as a child, speaking a piece at school. She looked like a child, instead of a ty-two-year-old woman, when behind the curtains for the last time. Her eyes W wide and shining, her lips half- parted, and she gave herself a fool- ish little hug of pure happiness as she hurried back to the barrel where she had been sitting. Monica came over to her their | twe he vanished her slant- | lide. “What did MacCloud say to you a while ago when you told him you'd walk off the sct?” she asked. It was a second before Bobbie cquld remember, She was still walking on air, “Oh, yes!" she said after a moment. “He pardon for talking to he did. That was all.” “That was cnough, He never hegs anybody's pardon,” Monica iswered, “F treats most of us ound here like floor-boards. You must have made a ten-strike with him.” It dreamily, begged m the way certainly began to look like it. Tor that afternoon when Bobs bie walked out of the studio, there he was waiting for her in a long cream-colored roadster! Drive you home?" he asked. She nodded, and jumped into the | car. | Bobbie movéd away from make love to her in off-hand fashion. Andy, who treated her as if only girl in the world for him! “Please take from me,” she sald coldly. “And I've.got to go back to town now. I'm to meet Monica at six o'clock.” “Fair enough MacCloud’s voice had an edge to it. He leaned for- ward, started the car and was off down the sharply curving road like a shot. “Oh, do be careful!” Bobbie screamed. Her teeth dug into her lower lip, as the car dipped around a turn and swung onto a lower level at a mad speed. “You wanted to go back to town, didn't you?" MacCloud asked sul- lenly, “and you are getting there— 50 why sing grief?” “Because I want to live a little while longer!” Bobbie ecried. *“I don’t want to be killed in this auto- mobile. What's the matter wiith you, anyway? You drive like a crazy man!” She knew perfectly well what was the matter with him. He was angry and humiliated because she had not let him have his way with her—because she had not let him make love to her up there on the Ll And MacCloud knew Inew it. So he did her. In silence they swung through the lamplit streets under the pep- per trees to Hollywood boulevard. The car stopped With a jerk in front of Paulai’, and Bobbie mped out. “Goodnight.,” she said. The door slammed, and without a word MacCloud was off down the wide street. that she not answer Bobbie was still Monica forty-five minu later, At last, just as she had given lier up and was turning away, Mo- nica came rushing around the cor- ner. She was all flash and move- ment—from her bright-colored hat to her gaudy high-hecled slippers that fairly shrieked to be noticed. Her bead handbag glittered, and the tails of her white fox scarf swayed and swung with the move- ment of her shoulders. Monica always made think of a shimmy dancer. was ever still, and when walked her hips swayed, shoulders swayed, her scemed to twinkle. “My starg! Where have you leen? I've been standing here for almost an hour!” Bobbie said to her indignantly when she came up to her. “Well, for vou did?” Monic think you'd meit or something, vyou waited too long? Are perishable freight or what?” She laughed suddenly, so that her white teeth flashed in her olive face. “Gosh, you wouldn't blurt at me if you knew where I've been!” she said. “I've been get- ting kicked out of the place where . waiting for Bobbie She she her ankles ake, what if asked. “Did you if you upper witih | cuddling “but | “I'm going to have Monica Mont,” she said, down into the soft low seat, | she didn't say anything about tak- | 1 I guess it's all | and they had to wait at the top of | | ing me home, so right if T go with you.” She sml\c(l‘i . e 1 | There is mo Lover's Lane in| Hollywood. All the young couples who want to be alone drive up into the hills—that is, if they happen to have a car. The hills are a part of Holly- | wood. Roads wind over them, and | | every now and then a Spanish house perches there high above the town. But for the most part there only real estate decalers' signs —and loneliness. [ Tt was up into the hills that M. { Cloud drove his long cream-colored car that afternoon, Up and up they went. Around and around the white roads—roads | so narrow that Bobble shut her | eves and caught her breath some- times when they rounded a curve | sharply, and seemed for a second | to he in mid-air. The sun had gone down, and lights began o blossom out in the town below them, They lay there like fallen stars—golden and placid. The wind, bringing with it the | salt smell of the Pacific, tugged at Bobbie's hat and scarf, and ruf- fled up the gold ends of her hair. “Fourteen-karat,” sald MacCloud, ancing at her. 'What “Your hair,” he answered. “It's the first real gold hair I've seen for years. No white-henna for a | change. You haven't . any make- | up on, either, have you?” i shook her head. She had taken off every scrap of it witih | cold cream, in the dressing room at Magnifica. “You could { | ac- | stand a little color n your mouth” he said, and she ave a gasp of surprise. “What?” she asked. | MacCloud laughed. “I don't Xnow why—but I like to sce a girl's face made up. Maybe it's bscaus I'm used to it. But a girl appeals to me more when she looks a lit- tle artificial.” 1 “Queer taste,” thought Bobbie, | |although she knew that a touch of | | make-up made her feel a lot bet- | | ter. More well-groomed someho; But for a man to feel that way about it! | Suddenty, something that Andy | Jerrold had once done popped into | her mind. Sho had started out for |a drive with him, and away out in try he had stopped his taken out his handkerchief [and solemnly wiped all the lipstick | from her mouth with it. Then, just s solemnly, he had kissed her. “No man likes to sce his own girl all smeared up like a sign-board,” he had told her. And now, here was this man say- ing he liked it! Oh, well, it was just the difference between the | two men. Between Andy and this | man MacCloud. “I can't stand the type of girl who doesn’t take a cocktail and a cigaret, cither,” he was saying now. “I never did care much for 1 goody-goody. They may be pure, doggoned poor com- 0 | : | { | | | | | | | | | | | an arm under her | shoulders, as he brought the car to a dead stop high up on Mulholland drive where there was no one to | see them, “You're a good llttle fellow,” he {all | it. I hoard!"” She pushed open the door of the restaurant and Bobbie followed her inside. All the tables were filled the shallow steps that lead down into the dining room. “How did that happen?” Bobbie asked, Monica shimmied with her shoulders. “Oh, the old hen that runs the place got peeved because I was behind with my room rent,"” she explained cheerfully. Bobbie looked at her. was shoddily dressed and yet clothes had cost real money. White fox boas cannot be picked up for nothing. Neither can bead bags, chiffon stockings, and cut- steel slipper buckles. Monica had of these things. “I didn’t have a red cent except the fifteen simoleons I earned yes- terday and today,” she ran on, talk- ing so loudly that people near her turned to look, “and I knew T'd need that for food and gas for my ca ‘How CAN you afford a car?” Bobbie asked the question that she had been dying to ask Monica for twenty-four hours. Monica laughed and her blue eyes crinkled at the corners. “Oh, that's eas; she said, “T rented it in the first place for one week, Forty dollars for the week was the price—but I've never paid I paid twenty in advance, and— She slowly winked one eye, “T go around and keep promising the old duck that keeps the garage a little money every now and then. And then I tell him all my her | troubles, and make eyes at him and | he pats me on the shoulder, and— I keep the car. It's just as simple as ABC. Now, don't look horrified. Prick up vour ears and listen to me, and I'll give you you first les- son in ‘How to be a Gold-digger.” You'll need it if you're going to stay in Hollywood and keep your head above water!"” She stopped talking, craned her neck, and peered above the heads of the people near them. “Look who just came in She gave Bobble a poke in the ribs as she spoke. “And look who's with hin ‘Well, that certainly slays me! , (To Be Continued) The whirlpool that is Hollywood hegins to draw Bobble into its depths in tomorrow’s chapter of this story. Menas for the Family (BY SISTER MARY Breakfast — Grapefruit Jjuice, | crushed oats with chopped raisins, hash in tomato sauce on toast, crisp graham toast, milk, coffee. Luncheon—Cream of soup, toasted crackers, cheese and olive salad, nut brown sugar cookies, milk, eat. Dinner—Salt codfish ple, buttered asparagus on toast, radishes, pine- apple and rice pudding, rye rolls, milk, coffee. The hash suggested in the break- fast menu uses the “tall” and close trimmings from the bone of the por- terhouse steak served for dinner the immediately previous evening. There s always bound to be some meat left close to the bone, so at these scraps aren't used in hash use the hone as a basis for a soup. spinach cottage rolls, said carelessly, Lack of her neck He stroked the with his hand. Nut Rolls Three-fourths cup milk, 1 yeast him. | & She was not used to having a man this careless She was used to she \vere a saint on a pedestal and the your arm away Monica | luncheon | ake dissolved in 1-4 cup lukewa 3 tablespoons sugar, 1 tea- spoon salt, 2 tablespoons melted but- ter, 1 egg, 1-2 cup maple syrup, 1-4 cup chopped nuts, bread flour. Scald milk. Cool until lukewarm and add dissolved yeast cake and 1 1-3 cups flour. DBeat until smogth, cover, put in a warm place and let rise about 1 1-2 hours. Add sugar, salt, egg well beaten, melted butter and flour enough to knead. 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